Mouse Droppings 2

I had a lot to write about this week.  I had big plans.  I have notes here about Vanguard.  I wanted to talk about the possible changes coming to the Japanese tech tree.  I wanted to celebrate that the proposed zero-damage penetration change was being rescinded.  Heck, I even wanted to talk about what happened at Blizzcon and how I perceive what happened there was being symptomatic of changes within a company that consumers should always keep a wary eye out for.  I had no shortage of things to talk about. 

Instead, episode two of Mouse Droppings is sadly going to be focused on me tossing my cookies.

My sister lives nearby.  She has two girls which I adore.  I received a text from my brother-in-law early last week.  He said that my sister and her eldest daughter had been up all night with a stomach bug and asked if I could watch their youngest so my sister could rest.  I had no problem with that.  Playing with a toddler all day is super fun.  She was less than two years old, so nap-time was still a thing which made it even easier.  I was planning on making perogies that day so I began prepping as much as I could so she could "help" as only toddlers can.

Welp, within twenty minutes of her being dropped off, she went full exorcist on me.  I didn't personally witness her head spinning 360º but I have no other way of accounting for how she managed to coat so many surfaces with sick as she did in a single upchuck. While my kitchen prep was spared, my couch and carpets and some of what I was wearing was not.  This would be the first of twelve such bouts under my watch (and what would amount to a gruesome total of twenty-one in twenty-four hours, the poor thing).  Whatever my sister and her eldest had, my littlest niece now had too.  Gone was any pretense of getting anything else done that day.  I was cleaning and looking after the sicky and trying desperately to disinfect myself as I went.

It was exhausting but it gave my sister time to recover.  Her eldest daughter was feeling good enough the next day to go to school, so that was miraculous. The youngest was feeling better after a rough overnight, if a little lethargic. My sister needed another day of recovery and her in laws were happy to oblige.  This was especially good for me.  My own ordeal began at 8am the next morning.

I haven't been knocked flat by a stomach bug like this since I was a child.  I could barely stay awake in between reaching for a bucket.  It was horrifying.  I've had food poisoning and this ... this was on a whole other level.  The fever dreams alone that my brain concocted while suffering this virus are worthy of a Norse saga.  I'm pretty sure my baked brain also stumbled across the solution to unifying Quantum Mechanics with General Relativity.  At my worst, I couldn't tell how many of me there were, so that was slightly distressing.  All of me were very unhelpful -- especially when Einstein really needed to hear what he got wrong.

The only saving grace of this bug was that its most violent symptoms were also very short lived.  My nightmare began at 8am and it was done by 5am.  My fever broke.  I could breathe comfortably without risking painting the walls.  I no longer held a fascination with Euclidean geometry.  I'm still weak as all get out.  I feel raw and tender and not in the fun way.  Worse, I am completely out of sorts when it comes to time and dates.  It's only the little buzzer on my phone warning me that it is Sunday right now and I should really get this written that I'm remembering at all to get this done.

In short, I have been a diseased pustule all week and I'll be out of action for a few days more at least.  This means I'm a week (and more) behind on everything and I'll be playing catch up as soon as I can stand up without falling on my face.  My corgi thinks its hilarious.  She loves nothing better than giving sick mommy kisses while she can't move.  She finds my distressed, suffocating noises endearing, I suppose.

Now don't you worry about me.  I'm fine.  Every one of my family members are fine (though my brother in law just started his fun romp last night, so he should be over the worst of it by now).  Take care of yourself if you hear about this bug in your neck of the woods.  It's a doozy.

Alright.  Post's done.  I'm going back to bed.  ♥